8

Well, amazingly, I managed to sleep for about 8 hours last night. I just went to bed in that bored huff, turned on a history lecture, buried myself under numerous layers, huffed some more, then slipped into a much-needed full night’s worth of sleep.

It’s. A. Miracle!

I’m sure I’ll be back to my frustrating 4 hour naps in no time, but I’m happy with what I can get.

The snow isn’t washing away as fast as I’d hoped, so I’m glad I pushed back my grocery delivery a day. I’d hate to be responsible for any accidents. The roads on this mountainside are notoriously dodgy, after all. I’m feeling almost ready for my next drinky-drinky session, so Wednesday’s delivery should come as a relief.

I’ve ordered an assortment of DVDs as a treat, although I’m not sure how the post is at the moment, what with the combination of Christmas and snow. We don’t often get the two together in Blighty.

I’ve been getting a spike in views on this blog too now. Like the ones over on my no-longer-updated The Whirling Post, these have a varied traffic source too. How queer! Oh well, nobody’s posting angry comments about some petty bullshit, so I suppose it doesn’t matter.

I hope I didn’t just jinx it.

I just watched Bill & Ted Face the Music, which was an absolute delight! It pretty much sticks to the Bill & Ted formula, while also giving us a kind of “greatest hits” of the first two movies. I wonder whether they’ll risk any more. There did seem to be a threat of putting the eminently-punchable hipster daughters in charge, but who knows. Hey, did anyone else notice how Billie and Thea were meant to be fronting the group at the end, but all they really did was direct the band (filled with notable bandleaders and improvisers, so WTF?!) and dance like twats? Well, I did. Anyway, at least the fabulous Kristen Schaal turned up, although I was gutted that they didn’t hire Wendy to play her fictional mum. Bah!

Girl’s gotta eat.

Oh and it was cool having William Sadler back as Death, even though he didn’t get to do any naked tai chi at any point. I’m sure he was sad about that too.

If you get that reference, please marry me.

Speaking of music and annoying kids, I found this while searching for some cute pop songs to cheer myself up with. It appears to feature a pissed 8 year old singing a Bavarian drinking song. I have no idea what the lyrics mean, so my theory is mostly likely wrong, but that’s what I’m now picturing in my head.

Ik Heb Zo Waanzinnig Gedroomd

I usually say that I’ve given up on society and want no more to do with it, but finds like this spark a flicker of hope within my darkened soul.

More like this please, life. More… erm… drunk kids embarrassing themselves.

Us grown-ups can’t have a monopoly on that, surely.

I think the council were putting the security shutters on a flat downstairs earlier, so I’m wondering whether that tenant with the dog has gone for good. He was rather loud, even without the dog or any loud music. Which is a talent, for sure.

I’ve currently got a batch of that homemade curry heating on the stove. I’d have ordered a takeaway but, like with the shopping, I fear it’s a little premature, what with the slippery roads. No doubt the driver would have rung me from the street, refusing to leave his vehicle. Sigh. Not doing it. I’m also boiling some brown rice for a change. I didn’t realise I actually had any in the cupboard, so this should make a fun change from basmati.

Wow, I really am lonely, aren’t I?!

So, yeah, I best go stir stuff and crack on with… other stuff.

Be excellent to each other, darlings.

Party on!